Review: The Restaurant That Should Never Be
With so many refined burger joints in Atlanta, Grindhouse Burgers is distinct. It is unique. Why? Because it is the worst.
I ate at Grindhouse Burgers only once. That was enough. I thought the glorified burger epidemic was two years ago. Apparently not because burger shops continue to open across Atlanta. Grindhouse Burgers, unfortunately, doesn’t deserve that much thought.
What makes me mope is Grindhouse had so much potential. Well, maybe not potential but they at least had alcoholic milkshakes. The Monkey Wrench (pinnacle chocolate vodka, banana schnapps, peanut butter, hershey’s syrup, malt) is really just peanut butter in a glass. The alcohol hits you at the end, but it’s still mostly peanut butter.
The burger was far worse. The Apache Style (pepperjack cheese, grilled onions, roasted New Mexico green chiles) seems to be a favorite among Atlantans, but it is remarkably short on flavor. The air has more personality than these dry, seasonless, non-grilled bun disasters. Somehow, Grindhouse has found a way to take the most awesome of party ingredients (cheese, onions & chilis) and render them into introverted, shy playground kids who do nothing but sit in a corner and wait to get punched (or in this case, eaten). And how about those onion rings? Bland so thank God for ketchup.
So please, try Wendy’s or Dairy Queen because at least those burgers have flavor.
Grindhouse Killer Burgers
Cheshire Bridge 1842 Piedmont Avenue NE
Atlanta, GA 30324